Read: Psalm 23
He makes me lie down in green pastures. (v. 2)
Each liturgical season—Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter, etc.—has its own color. If you study a pie chart of the annual Christian calendar, you will notice immediately that one color dominates amid slices of red, white, and purple. This little-celebrated season, called “Ordinary Time,” is devoid of special events or celebrations, yet it overwhelms more than half the calendar with green. Ordinary Time, like ordinary life, is all the time in between, and like so much of life, it gets little attention. But somehow the season has crept into my heart, its plain, simple title and green spaces reminding me that ordinary has a lot to offer, too.
The pastures of Psalm 23 wouldn’t look lush and green to a Western eye. But bend down against what seems to be unforgiving desert and you’ll find verdant tufts here and there, between rocks, growing out of hard soil—just enough for a mouthful for a sheep moving along behind the shepherd.
Grazing in the mundane, I can miss what’s under my nose. Then a friend or sermon or book reminds me that even in the desert, lodged between ordinary rocks and hard places, something green is growing. And when I’ve had all I need, I rest, knowing I am in good hands. The next two-week series of devotionals focuses on the life offered by these small, often overlooked “ordinary” moments. Where can you find the Lord of life in your ordinary time today? —Amy Clemens
As you pray, consider that most of the church calendar—and most of your own time—is just about ordinary moments.